Emma sat up and rubbed her eyes before shyly turning her back on Will to get changed. He too got dressed silently but finished before and walked round the bed towards her. Wrapping his arms around her bare stomach he felt her relax into him. "Don't be shy." He whispered making her spin round in his grip.
"I…I'm not…well okay maybe a little." She admitted when she saw his disbelieving grin. "I don't know if you thought last night was a mistake but I certainly don't." She added blushing.
"Good 'cause I wanted it to happen babe." Will replied causing Emma to smile up at him. "Now is there any chance of breakfast?" He added as Emma pulled her top over her head.
Emma and Will spent an enjoyable morning lazing about in front of the telly in her flat. Will was stretched out across the sofa with Emma curled up next to him, her head resting on one of his arms.
"Paul is expecting me to be at the yard at 2 o'clock. If you want to be involved in the undercover then I can take you along." Will said looking down at his watch.
"In what capacity?" Emma asked warily.
"As my girlfriend of course. I mean what else babe because well you are my girl now aren't you?" He said and didn't really need a reply due to the large grin that had appeared on Emma's face.
That afternoon they drove over to the yard and stepped out of the car, greeted with the sight of Paul standing watching them. "Jack. Who's the bird? You know I don't like people round here." He said angrily as he pulled Will to the side.
"Paul, it's my girlfriend Emma…she knows…she found the gun at mine…I couldn't get out of it." Will stammered as he felt Paul press the barrel of the gun tight against his stomach.
Paul took a step towards Emma instead. "Think you're gonna stop us? Feel like a big girl forcing it outta him?" He asked, a warning tone icing his words.
"N…no…I just wanted to know what was going on. Me and J…Jack don't have secrets." Emma whimpered as Paul fingered his gun longingly.
"Well then you better keep your mouth shut. Either that or I'll be forced to get nasty. I have a nice selection of these you see, know how to use them too and I'll have no problems in silencing you. Got it?" Paul replied waving the gun in front of her.
As Will pushed past Paul and grabbed her round the waist she relaxed. She knew the undercover was going to be dangerous but she hadn't exactly imagined being faced with a gun quite so early on. "She'll not breathe a word, will ya darlin'?" Will said squeezing her waist to prompt an answer from her.
"Of course not." She whispered, turning and running a hand lovingly down Will's cheek. "I'd do anything for you." She added, reaching up on tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.
"Well what do you think Paul…now she knows she might as well make herself useful." Will said, revolving to face his "boss".
Paul paced the yard for a few minutes before disappearing into the warehouse. He emerged ten minutes later, carrying a tea towel and looking around him to check nobody else was about. "Well if you're so keen to prove yourself then get rid of this." He said thrusting the object directly into Emma's hands, whipping away the cover.
Now lying – covered in her fingerprints- in Emma's palm was a heavy black revolver. She gulped softly and tightened her hold on it. Around the barrel of the gun were several dried on red splotches that Emma could only hope was paint.
"Get rid of it, you tell the cops and you're finished. Your prints are all over that gun, your boyfriend is the co-partner in a business that specialises in gun-running. How do you think that's gonna look?" He said, his hand clutching painfully tight around Emma's wrist.
"I…I won't. I'll do it…I'll get rid of it." Emma said, a lot more confidently that she felt inside.
"Good girl." Paul patronised, giving her a sickly sweet smile.
Emma pulled her keys from her pocket as she walked back to her car. "See you soon babe." She called to Will who turned and smiled, waving as she drove off. She drove for about ten minutes before pulling in at a lay by to think. Emma bit down hard on her lip, she couldn't decide what to do. She knew that there wouldn't be any complications just because her prints were on the gun because she was protected by the undercover. However if she disposed of the gun then it could be getting rid of vital evidence in a murder investigation but if she handed it into the station now then it could blow her cover.
Emma looked around quickly and saw nothing suspicious and no signs of anyone following her so she drove off in the familiar direction of Sun Hill Station. Pulling up in the car park she took a deep breath before tucking the gun into the inside pocket of her jacket and then she stepped out and walked briskly towards the main entrance.
She buzzed herself up to CID and knocked gently on Sam's door before hearing the familiar irritable "Come in." And she pushed down on the door handle, letting herself in. "Oh Emma! What are you doing here? Are you alright?" Sam asked seeing her friend's pale face.
"Yeah I guess so…I didn't know what to do with this though. I mean I knew I'd have to hand it in but I was wary about keeping it at the flat." Emma said producing the gun and laying it on the table in front of Sam. "And before you ask yes it's loaded."
"Hmmm okay I'll get it sent off to forensics…how did you get a hold of it anyway Emz?" She asked gesturing to the seat on the opposite side of the desk which Emma gratefully sank into.
"Well you know how Jack turned out to be Will yeah well we're working together on the undercover now. He said he could use somebody else on the inside you know just to help things along a little. So he introduced me to Paul as his girlfriend this morning but he got all up in my face and that so Will suggested that I do something to prove my loyalty basically, to gain Paul's trust. That's what the gun is for…I'm supposed to dispose of it." Emma explained quickly, skipping out the parts about her Will hooking up for obvious reasons.
"Right well it sounds like you're doing well so far. So how are you and Will getting along?" Sam said a small smile playing around her lips.
"Oh you know, he's funny, a good laugh. He's a good mate." Emma said blushing slightly which she hoped went unnoticed by Sam.
"Yeah, yeah okay I'll butt out." Sam joked and jerked her head towards the door. "You'd better be getting back to the psycho and Mr Hilarious." She added getting a giggle from Emma.
"I'll speak to you tonight when I get back from whatever else Paul needs me to do." Emma called over her shoulder as she exited CID and ran quickly down the steps and out the front of the building.
Sorry for the wait between chapters but my writing pace is pretty erratic at the moment :S There are only a few more chapters to go in this fic but I aim to be done by the October holidays :P read and review ta xxxxxpip